There is no compromise with intruding concrete, no sawed off limbs to make way for power lines, no soil that has been tilled until it ...

There was a time when I felt my blog was too raw… and I stopped. There is a time (now) when I feel drawn toward expressing once again....

I pick up my own broken pieces, tenderly placing them back in my beating chest. I tilt a longing gaze heaven-ward toward luminous stars...